Sunday 23 March 2014

Blog task 5: Choosing 5 poetry blog and comment on their use of technology

1) Nina Alvarez

Nina Alvarez has been writing poetry for over seven years now. She has produced play writings, professional, editor, award-wining poet, teaching artist,and publishing/author platform coach. On her blog she posts poems that she writes daily and calls is poem of the day. She writes about anything some poems rhyme and some poems do not. The theme of her poems are different she writes about fantasies to reality, love, nature, seasons, holidays,moods and feelings. Also every year she has top 10 best poems that she wrote. Thus, This is a very good blog if you are interested in variety of themes, and poems.

Click here to go to Nina Alvarez's blog 


2) Poetry of life by: Praveen

This blog is called Poetry of life. All the poems are written by Praveen. He writes about feelings, emotions and everything else that affected in his life. His poem themes are friendship, life, love and sadness. As i was exploring the poems i noticed that he writes his poems in stanza form, also some of the poems have rhymes but most of them do not. Overall, this is a very good blog if you are interested in more emotional poems.




3)Edward Byrne: One Poet’s Notes

Edward Byrne is a poet and editor of Valparaiso poetry review. He is also a professor at Valparaiso University. He is an active blogger. In his blog he posts, notes and reviews of contemporary poetry. He also posts poetic books and comments about the writer and gives a review about the book.
This is a good blog if you are interested in reviews of poems and books.

Click here to go to Edward Byrne's Blog


4) Debbie Guzzi

Debbie Guzzie writes articles, magazines and poetry. Her first publication was at 16 years old. She travels for inspiration such as China, Nepal, Japan, Egypt, and Peru. She has published two illustrated volumes of poetry, The Healing Heart and Heaven and Hell in a Nutshell. She writes poems about War, care, love, nature, seasons, death, childhood, horror, loneliness, fantasy, moods, and art. Most of her poetry have rhymes, are free verse, sonnet, and acrostic. This is a good blog if you are interested in verity of themes and poems. 



5) Dean Young 

Dean Young was born in Columbia, Pennsylvania, he is one of the most energetic and influential poets writing today. He got many awards and poetry prizes. He is influenced by Surrealists poets such as Andre Breton.Thus, in his poetry he uses surrealist techniques. Dean Young's poems blur the boundaries between reality and imagination in other words it expresses the subconscious, fantastic and imaginary work.
Click here to visit his blog




Assignment 2- 5 poets

1) Mihai Eminescu

Mihai Eminescu is a well known Romanian poet. He was born in Botosani, Romania on January 15, 1850. His parents were small land owners and he was the seventh of eleven children. He was a Romantic poet, novelist and journalist. He worked as an editor for the newspaper called The Time. His work was inspired by German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer. His work was strongly influenced by Romanian writers and poets in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Mihai Eminescu’s  most famous poems are: The Vesper 1883, And if...1883, I Have Yet One Desire 1883, Blue Flower 1884, Evening on the Hill 1885, Oh Linger On 1884, Epigones 1884, Letters, in Ancient Meter, At Star 1886, Evening star, So fresh thou art, Sonnet I II III, A Dacian's prayer, Venus and Madonna, Down where the lonely poplars grow, One wish alone have I , Years have trailed past, Now it's autumn, Time flows by, Sleepy birds, To the star version 1 and 2. His poems had themes of nature, love, hate and Romanian folklore. The way Mihai Eminescu used to write his poems was hard to believe. He would not write a poem when he had free time but whenever he felt emotional or felt the need to express himself. However, when he begun to write a poem, he would write his poems three to four days without sleeping or eating he used to have coffee near him and cigarettes so that he would stay awake. He stayed in his small room with a feather, ink and paper to write on the poem. His poems have rhyme and it is very expressive and emotional. His wife left him after spending many years together as a result, he used to live alone in a small house and stayed in his room for days and expressed himself and grieved through poems. Then, Mihai Eminescu becomes depressed. He suffered from bipolar disorder, he also had syphilis. The doctors injected him with Mercury which at that time it was the usual treatment for syphilis. Mihai Eminescu suffered with depression and had syphilis but he died from mercury poisoning on 15 June 1889. After his death his poems were translated in over 60 languages. Mihai Eminescu is considered the last Genius of Europe even today he is the national poet of Romania, Moldova, and Ukraine. There are many monuments everywhere including Montreal, Canada and even his image or face is on Romanian money called lei. Therefore, his legacy will live on.  


2) Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was born on May 26, 1799 in Moscow, Russia. He was a Russian poet, novelist, dramatist, and short-story writer of the Romantic era. Alexander Pushkin is considered the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. He wrote many famous poems such as; Ruslan and Ludmila 1820, The Prisoner of the Caucasus, 1821 The Gabrieliad, The Robber Brothers, The Fountain of Bakhchisaray 1823, The Gypsies 1824, Count Nulin 1825, Poltava 1829, The Little House in Kolomna 1830, Angelo 1833, The Bronze Horseman, I Loved You, A Wish, Friendship, A Serenade, I've Lived To See Desire Vanish, She, Thoughts, Winter Evening, To Natasha. Most of his poems were about love, time, seasons and Russian folklore. In his poems Alexander Pushkin used to express himself, fight, or critique the life style he used to live in. His poems also refer to different periods of life. For example, in the poem “The Coach of lifehe is comparing time to a carriage. The carriage is going faster as you grow older, at the beginning you want it to move faster or you want to grow up but after adulthood you wish for time to slow down because it is moving faster and faster. There is a phrase "the night's dark lodging” meaning that he refers to death. Thus, in that poem he is using different times of the day morning is childhood, afternoon is adulthood, evening is old age, the end of the day must be death. The technology he used to write poems is similar to Mihai Eminescu a feather, ink and paper. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin died on February 10, 1837. He became convinced that his wife had an affair with the French officer Georges-Charles de Heeckeren D’Anthès. Alexander Pushkin challenged him to a duel. In the woods Georges D’Anthès shot him in the stomach and after 2 days Alexander Pushkin died. His home is a museum now. Thus, he is consider a Russian poet Genius and even today his poems are taught in schools. In his honour there are many monuments, a small town named Pushkin, even a small planet that was discovered by a Soviet astronomer Nikolai Stepanovich Chernykh, is named after Pushkin. 


3) William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770 in Cumbria, England. He was a major English Romantic poet. Wordsworth’s mother died when he was 8 thus, he will write about it in his poems later on. William Wordsworth went to Hawkshead Grammar School and that is when he fell in love with poetry and it is believed that he made his first attempts at writing poetry. In 1802 he married a childhood friend and had five children which after 2 years two of their children died. William Wordsworth met with another poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, they published together the famous poem called Lyrical Ballads in 1798. His famous poems are: An Evening Walk (1793), Descriptive Sketches (1793) ,Borders (1795,) Lines Written Above Tintern Abbey (1798), Lyrical Ballads (1798), Upon Westminster Bridge (1801), Intimations of Immortality (1806), Miscellaneous Sonnets (1807), Poems I-II (1807) ,The Excursion (1814), The White Doe of Rylstone (1815), Peter Bell (1819), The Waggoner (1819), The River Duddon (1820), Ecclesiastical Sketches (1822), Memorials of a Tour of the Continent (1822), Yarrow Revisited (1835), The Prelude Or Growth of a Poet's Mind (1850), The Recluse (1888), The Poetical Works (1949), Selected Poems (1959), Complete Poetical Works (1971), Poems (1977). However, he was known for his poem called The Prelude and it is considered to be the most successful achievement of English romanticism. It is about his spiritual life. In fact, all of his poems are about his experience and what he has been through, he expressed himself through the meaning of the poems. In 1847 his other daughter died as a result, Wordsworth lost his will to write poems. He died on April 23, 1850. Thus, his wife published The Prelude after his death.


4) Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson was an American poet born in December 22, 1869. He is best known for his short poems. He had a difficult life thus, his poems have a dark pessimism theme. He describes that his childhood was unhappy, his parents wanted to have a girl they did not named him until he was six months old. His brother Dean died of a drug overdose. He also had another brother named Herman. He was very charismatic and handsome he married a woman that Edwin himself loved. Not only his personal life was failing but also business as well as a result, he became an alcoholic and became alienated from his wife and children eventually he died in 1901 in a charity hospital. Because his life was kind of dark and so many negative things kept happening his poems had a sad emotional meaning. Poems that he wrote are: A Happy Man, A Song at Shannon's, Aaron Stark Afterthoughts, Alma Mater Amaryllis, An Evangelist's Wife, An Island, An Old Story, Another Dark Lady, Archibald's Example, As a World Would Have It, Atherton's Gambit. His poem were simple, neat short and he rhymed the words. For example, in the poem “A Happy Man” he rhymed, see, me, dead, said, behind, kind, life, wife, right, night, brought, thought, tears, years, rest, blest. His poems were also about personal failure, frustrated desires, bad luck, ideas that he believed in and truth that he has seen. He died at the age of 65 because of alcoholism due to his failures in life.  


5) Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson was born on June 11, 1572 in London, England. He was an English Renaissance dramatist, poet and actor. His poetry is about drama, rhythmical prose and sometimes has passion in it thou his poems are more about rhymes. Some of his famous poems are: A Farewell to the World, A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme, A Hymn on the Nativity of My Saviour, A Hymn to God the Father, A Nymph’s Passion ,A Pangyre, A Pindaric Ode, A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, An Elegy, An Ode to Himself ,Begging Another ,Blaney's Last Directions. For example, in the poem “An Elegy” he uses rhymes such as: praise, raise, much, such, rear’d, fear’d. Ben Jonson was married and had children however, he outlived all of his children this affected him and wrote poems about his children. His marriage was unhappy and he separated from his wife. He was paralyzed due to illness and died on August 6, 1637.

Thursday 20 March 2014

Passion by Marisa Taylor


Passion for the stars
Passion for the ocean
A moment of passion so easily shared,
With no fear o regret.
Passion is the eagerness to wake up with the light

A moment of passion I'll never forget
My passion found me
And what is my passion?
Passion and lust takes my mind

Passion the power to love,
The speed of passion: Furios
Passion is something you see
Passion its something you are.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

Is Hip-Hop Dead? (hip-hop poetry)

Is Hip-Hop Dead?
If People, by Our lyrics
can be led
With the light on ghetto
life, We shed
About how hard We have
it, as a kid
When Momma struggles
to keep Us fed
The hustle, We learn to
make fast bread
If We of such Poverty, can
spew off Our head
Using POWER that has folks
running sca'red
About how, We of the hood,
can Never be rid
Then, on this One thing, you
can surely bid
And, that is, Hip-Hop will Never
Be Dead

Monday 17 March 2014

A Magic Moment I Remember... by: Alexander Pushkin

Alexander Pushkin
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.
pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

Mihai Eminescu,Time flows by...

Mihai Eminescu
Time flows by, and has passed like rivers
Since that hallowed moment we first saw each other,
Yet I'll never forget the love we had together,
You miracle, with large eyes and cold fingers.

Oh, come back! To bring words only you can inspire,
Watch over me so your gaze gently lingers,
Let me marvel at this moment that hungers
For those new words you wring from my lyre.

You're not even aware that when you're near
A great peace descends to quell my agony,
Just like the silence at the rising of a star;

If I could only see you like a child, smiling up at me,
All the suffering of my life would disappear,
My eyes rekindle, my soul grow within me.

TIME PASSES BY.......


Tuesday 11 March 2014

Forever by Terri Nicole Tharrington

Forever we remain oblivious to the future,
lost to the past and enduring our torture.
Forever we take chances to settle our scores,
losing some battles and winning some wars.
Forever praying out loud hoping someone will hear,
forever crying softly but never shedding a tear.
Forever exists behind a disguise,
but the belief in forever keeps our hearts alive.

Sunday 23 February 2014

Blog task 4: Exploring the mini ipads

1) Poetry App

Poetry app shows all of your favorite poems. On top it has 2 horizontal options the top one has different colors representing the theme of the poems such as passion, boredom, nostalgia, optimist etc. And the bottom one is in grey and black color representing themes such as life, celebrations, aging, event etc. Underneath the 2 horizontal themes are 2 vertical columns on the left side are the different poems and on the right side the poem chosen is shown. Overall, this app is fun and easy to use.



 2) Poetreat app  

Poetreat app is a poetry editor where you write your own poems and   as you write them rhyme are suggested. It also counts the syllables that you write. Poetreat let's you create different your own scheme choosing ABCD. Thus, this app is easy to use.






3) Verses Poetry App

It is a game app that allows you to move and rearrange your text and create poetry. There is a word drawer from which you can choose more words. On the bottom there is an option called mix-tionary buttons that allows you to choose the number and type of words you want to choose. When you are done you can share the poem. Therefore, this app is fun to use.






4) Visual Poetry App

 It is an app that allows you to edit your poem. You can change colors, designs, typefaces. You can also rotate and resize the words. Thus, this app is more of like the visual or how the poetry looks.










5) Visual Poet App

Visual Poet app it is an app where you can choose the layout for your poem and also you can combine imagery and text which you can upload it to any websites. 










6) Choice, Speak, Know, Migration, and       Rattlesnakey Apps.

Those apps are interactive meaning that you can play with the type, you can also touch the background and words are chosen. Thus, those apps are fun to use.









 

7) Werdsmith


It is an app where you can create your own text or poetry any time and anywhere then you can save it.



Blog task 3: recording a poem

Click the link to listen to the poem The Dream By: Alexander Pushkin read by: Consuala Strogoteanu

Saturday 22 February 2014

And if.......by: Mihai Eminescu

And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.


And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.


And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon outblaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.

Love Poem

A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.

Sunday 9 February 2014

Blog task 2: Silliman's blog reocurring theme Beat Poetry

Here is a link to the Beat Poetry theme  http://ronsilliman.blogspot.ca/search/label/Beat%20Poetry

While I was exploring the Silliman's Blog, I came across an interesting reocurring theme called Beat poetry or Beat Generation. Beat poetry happened during 1940's after the World War 2. It happened in New York City and San Francisco. It was a free- form type of writing that includes experimentation with drugs, an interest in Eastern religion, alternative sexualities, Impulsiveness, and no perfection of style. Some of the best known poets at that time were Allen Ginsberg, Phil Whalen, Jack Kerouac, and Gregory Corso. Therefore, the posts on Silliman's blog beat poetry are documentaries, films, books, and motion pictures based on the popular poets at that time. 
                                                                         
Allen Ginsberg

Blog task 2 : Summary on Christian Bök's work with DNA,The Xenotext Works

Christian Bok
Christian Bök was born on August 10, 1966 in Toronto, Canada. He is an experimental Canadian poet. He graduated from Carleton University, he also earned a Ph.D in English from York University, and that is when he became interested in many Canadian poetry writers. Christian Bök got many awards and prizes for his poems. He lives in Alberta and works as a professor of English at the University of Calgary.

The Xenotext project is about creating an example of living poetry. Bök spent more than 9 years and lots of money for the lab work.The way he decided to do that is by encoding a poem into a sequence of DNA in order to implant it into the bacterium called deinococcus radiodurans. This bacterium is one of the most radioresistant organisms known, it can survive, cold, heat, dehydration, vacuum, and acid. Thus, the poem will exist many years even after the explosion of the sun. 

Christian Bök received a confirmation from the laboratory at the University of Calgary that the E.coli caused by gene X-P13 does cause the bacterium to write its own poem. Then, his next step that Bok is planing to do is how to implant the gene X-P13 into the targeted organism Deinococcus radiodurans. 








Tuesday 4 February 2014

Rain by Jack Gilbert


Suddenly this defeat.                            
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.



I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.

A Moment Of Happiness by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Saturday 1 February 2014

Cats Sleep Anywhere by Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)


Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, 
In the middle, on the edge.

Open drawer, empty shoe, 
Anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, 

In the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! 
Cats sleep anywhere.

Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti



Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost


Thursday 30 January 2014

June by James Russell Lowell

AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,-
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?

IN THE FARAWAY by cherl dunn


In the faraway, I'll be free,
No troubles sorrow's will hinder me.
To ramble and roam, thus shall be
Mine creed.
Call me a spiritual hobo, lost unto
The open road of thought's imagination.
A creature abandoning reality, for
Fantasy's bounty, beyond limitation’s
Boundaries.
A gypsy's spirit lingers within the
Heart of this poetess, yearning to taste
The dust of liberation's highways and
By ways.
Release shackles chains, behold the
Golden skylark, seeking a horizons
Forbidden sunset beyond.
 In the timeless realm she thus glistens,
In illuminations beauty.
Melting within the oceans depths, I'll
Descend unto the waters cleansing waves,
Emerging as a vagabond  beach comber, 
Collecting sea shells along side a distant
Shore.
Are dreams nothing more than illusions,
Cast to the slumbering whims of sleep,
Nay I believe not, it is a lost kingdom.
Of the unconscious mind, wishing
To be uninhibited.
Here is a sacred place, hidden within
All humanity, untouched and pure,
In the faraway.
Begin thy journey’s travel here,
Close your eyes set yourself free,
Like me, trip the illusions fantastic,
I'll be waiting on the other side.
Let thine captive beast be untethered,
Step forth unto the unknown lands of 
Complete freedom's abandonment,
And be free at last.

Wednesday 29 January 2014

Dreams by Langston Hughes


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda


If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Monday 27 January 2014

Alone Poem

Mask

I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.

Day by day,
I was slowly dying.
I couldn't go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I'm still searching
For the thing that'll stop my crying.
For someone who'll erase my fears,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.

But till then I'll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.

















This is a poem about something that you feel something missing or emptiness ,and nobody can understand or help, and you want to escape the pain but you can not. There is no solution but just pretending and smiling like everything is fine. Many people can relate to this poem because everyone has been through tough times and were pretending that they were alright. However, the message of this poem is do not lose hope and be strong.